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Reflections on Jupiter and a Day Unplugged

“Taber, I love you like the sky.” “And the moon Mama.” “Yes, I love you like the sky, and the sun, and the moon.” “And Jupiter.” ***  There’s magic in conversing with my three-year-old son. I delight in watching him play. I am fascinated with the questions he poses and his shared observations about the world. Upon learning something new, he’ll often exclaim,”That’s Amazing! I did not know that!” His declarations of love for life, nature, and family fill me…

  • March 1, 2015
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

In Lieu of Presents

Today, my son Taber turns three and we celebrate at the beach. Balloons, homemade gluten-free cake, beer, and a wide variety of vegetarian dishes grace our table. Friends gather with children and we play an “introduce yourself” game with a large, colorful parachute. The little ones laugh loudly while running underneath, and on top of, the brightly colored material. Such joy! It’s too breezy to light candles. So my husband Clark invites Taber to blow out a flame emanating from the…

  • December 12, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Doula of Birth and Death

I am a mother. Through my body, my son entered our world. Because of this fact, one day he will die. I bow to the mystery wherein resides this difficult truth. I bow to the love that gives this mystery meaning. *** At birth, we each are given two gifts. One is life and the other is death. Through the body of a woman, each one of us enters life’s dance. Whatever our relationship to this woman is today, this…

  • December 3, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Ending Corporal Punishment: Why you should never spank a child

Not long ago, laws protected the “rights of men” to use physical force to correct or punish their wives. A husband’s ability to assert his authority through corporal punishment was accepted as a social norm. Due to the dedicated efforts of activists working to improve the status of women, legal prohibitions forbidding any form of “chastisement” are now commonplace in most countries around the world. This is a good thing. While men’s violence against women continues to be a serious…

  • December 3, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Toddler Time at the Nature Center

In 1916, the wild Cypress Creek wetlands of Coconut Creek, Florida were drained. This morning, I drive to Fern Forest Nature Center to visit the 247 acres of what remains. I want my 22-month-old son and to see our south Florida homeland untouched by housing developments, strip malls, and busy roadways. I park and help my little one out of the car seat. He wants to bring his “truck book” along. So, I tuck it in my backpack knowing that…

  • December 3, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Missing Grandma: Meditations on My Mother’s Mental Illness

Today, my mother-in-law arrives. My husband’s mother visits every four to five months. Her soft blouses predictably sport cheerful, butterfly designs. She enjoys drinking a cold Stella beer and walking barefoot in the backyard of our south Florida home. Her beautiful, white hair shines in the sun. She loves to read to our two-year-old boy Taber. He calls her “Nana.” Read more.  

  • December 3, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Coming Home: Transforming Pain and Embracing Beauty

I stand with my son in northern Utah. Together we harvest raspberries in my aunt’s backyard. Mountain foothills blanketed in fall colors surround her home. A late September chill fills the air. I could stare at these mountains for hours. I draw upon the memory of their strength when I am away from this land of my birth. My soul drinks in their beauty. I didn’t realize I was so thirsty. Nothing else signals my return home as much as…

  • December 3, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

“I’m not taking any births right now.”

The purple bag is packed. In fact, I’ve had it ready now for two weeks. Lovingly assembled doula items wait patiently. “I’m on call right now,” I tell my religion and philosophy students at a New Jersey preparatory boarding school. I place my cell phone on the large wooden table that is the centerpiece of our discussion-based class. My students understand the need for a break in our usual no cell phone policy. My phone sits silently as we analyze,…

  • December 3, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Iran on My Mind

I pull my 22-month-old son along in the hand-made red, wooden wagon my husband built last Christmas. We enjoy our familiar “wagon rides” to our local Walgreens. The cashier with wildly adorned, seasonally inspired hats greets us with a smile. I pull my son through the aisles picking up his favorite Pirate Booty “puffs” and a few odds and ends. As we move through the checkout line, I catch the headline news. For the first time in over 30 years,…

  • December 3, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Circumcision, Cultural Bias, and the Question of Consent

“My penis was cut without my consent and without good reason. This will not happen to our son.” My husband speaks with clarity and conviction. Long before we became parents, my husband carefully researched the subject of male genital cutting, commonly called circumcision. His opposition to the practice is two-fold. First, there is the question of consent. Small children — let alone infants — have no capacity to consent to the surgical removal of sound body parts. Secondly, there is…

  • December 3, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn